Telephone Calls
A$AP Mob"Telephone Calls" is a song by A$AP Mob, released in 2016 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:41 long and contains 95 lines and 634 words.
Lyrics
0:04Brr brr brr brr
0:07Ring ring ring post man
0:12Who this
0:14Telephone call from young Carti said it's lit
0:18Call the young Lord A$AP Bari he legit
0:21Money clean young boy Ian Connor off the sh*t Young Lord
0:26F**kin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six
0:29This is Gosha man I pay for p**sy No sir
0:33Ridin' coaster roller coaster chauffer
0:37I got money bags
0:38I'ma bag your b**ch I'ma buy your b**ch
0:41I got money bags turn up turn up
0:43I'ma cash this sh*t I'ma cash this sh*t
0:45I got money bags turn up turn up
0:46Cash Carti b**ch Cash Carti b**ch
0:49Carti Carti
0:49You can have this sh*t you can have this sh*t
0:53What you want yo
0:54Godfather rap nappy plaits to the back
0:56James Brown swag Papa's got a brand new bag
1:00And I don't know how to act
1:02On or off the record might go axe
1:03Harlem back up on the map
1:04True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks
1:06Pop your Snapple cap pop facts
1:08Gucci and Dior biddin' wars
1:10Who order a piece before they hit the floors
1:12Not even sh*t you see overseas in stores
1:14Who else with me I know you seen the force
1:17I'm in Gibral' I been the Lord
1:18Holy tabernacle missiles snap your favorite rapper
1:21Greedy for the fat guy's platter
1:23Killin' niggas even though black lives matter
1:26Weak stomach flow make 'em throw up
1:28Steppin' stones I'm your stepfather
1:30Tell Tyler better step his flow up
1:32Mix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola
1:34Nextel or the Motorola
1:36Young ni**a prolly never grow up
1:38Post man with the telephone uh
1:42Ring ring ring post man
1:47Who this
1:49F**k with Taco f**k with Jasper
1:51F**k with Lionel man that sh*t is gon' get sketchy
1:53Shirt is striped my shorts are short
1:55My Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not f**k with Giuseppe
1:57F**k the Gucci f**k the Raf
1:59And f**k the swag and all that other sh*t they wearin'
2:01F**k the Rolls and f**k the 'Rari
2:02F**k the Lambo Tyler only ride McLaren
2:05Niggas think they really on because they trappin'
2:07Made about like 30 thousand
2:09F**k the party threw the carnival
2:10Attendance this year was like 30 thousand
2:13Shoppin' ballin' opal fire diamonds shinin'
2:15Make sure my sapphire's glistenin'
2:17Make the sh*t I wear the sh*t
2:18They cop the sh*t it's Golf you b**ch you niggas trippin'
2:20I'm a businessman you ain't never been the man
2:23Ni**a tax bracket changed like have you seen my home
2:25Crib got a tennis court
2:27Get my Venus and Serena on
2:28Golf in this b**ch better ring the doctor
2:30Ambulance come when I hit the scene
2:32That boy flier than a bag of bees
2:34I got my flowers life's a jeweler
2:36Diamond fingers size of a tumor
2:38He's a genius have you heard the rumors
2:40He's a winner no not a loser
2:42F**k passin' blunts pass my niggas opportunities
2:45Goddamn I'm hot man I'm not scared to freeze
2:47January Hawaiian shirts
2:49Boy this weather ain't got a thing on me
2:51Where's the mirror I'm that ni**a
2:53Kunta ain't got much sh*t on me
2:55'Cause I'm a master I hit my own back
2:57To be like Y'all boys my ni**a
2:58F**k that it's Golf b**ch
3:01Doin' it for Yams ayy ayy
3:05I used to do it for the grams ayy ayy
3:09That's been way before Instagram ayy ayy
3:12I used to serve it for your mans
3:15Postman Who's this
3:18Walk Gleesh walk
3:19Walk walk Gleesh walk
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Brr brr brr brr Ring ring ring post man Who this Telephone call from young Carti said it's lit Call the young Lord A$AP Bari he legit Money clean young boy Ian Connor off the sh*t Young Lord F**kin' with them boys out of Harlem or the six This is Gosha man I pay for p**sy No sir Ridin' coaster roller coaster chauffer I got money bags I'ma bag your b**ch I'ma buy your b**ch I got money bags turn up turn up I'ma cash this sh*t I'ma cash this sh*t I got money bags turn up turn up Cash Carti b**ch Cash Carti b**ch Carti Carti You can have this sh*t you can have this sh*t What you want yo Godfather rap nappy plaits to the back James Brown swag Papa's got a brand new bag And I don't know how to act On or off the record might go axe Harlem back up on the map True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks Pop your Snapple cap pop facts Gucci and Dior biddin' wars Who order a piece before they hit the floors Not even sh*t you see overseas in stores Who else with me I know you seen the force I'm in Gibral' I been the Lord Holy tabernacle missiles snap your favorite rapper Greedy for the fat guy's platter Killin' niggas even though black lives matter Weak stomach flow make 'em throw up Steppin' stones I'm your stepfather Tell Tyler better step his flow up Mix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola Nextel or the Motorola Young ni**a prolly never grow up Post man with the telephone uh Ring ring ring post man Who this F**k with Taco f**k with Jasper F**k with Lionel man that sh*t is gon' get sketchy Shirt is striped my shorts are short My Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not f**k with Giuseppe F**k the Gucci f**k the Raf And f**k the swag and all that other sh*t they wearin' F**k the Rolls and f**k the 'Rari F**k the Lambo Tyler only ride McLaren Niggas think they really on because they trappin' Made about like 30 thousand F**k the party threw the carnival Attendance this year was like 30 thousand Shoppin' ballin' opal fire diamonds shinin' Make sure my sapphire's glistenin' Make the sh*t I wear the sh*t They cop the sh*t it's Golf you b**ch you niggas trippin' I'm a businessman you ain't never been the man Ni**a tax bracket changed like have you seen my home Crib got a tennis court Get my Venus and Serena on Golf in this b**ch better ring the doctor Ambulance come when I hit the scene That boy flier than a bag of bees I got my flowers life's a jeweler Diamond fingers size of a tumor He's a genius have you heard the rumors He's a winner no not a loser F**k passin' blunts pass my niggas opportunities Goddamn I'm hot man I'm not scared to freeze January Hawaiian shirts Boy this weather ain't got a thing on me Where's the mirror I'm that ni**a Kunta ain't got much sh*t on me 'Cause I'm a master I hit my own back To be like Y'all boys my ni**a F**k that it's Golf b**ch Doin' it for Yams ayy ayy I used to do it for the grams ayy ayy That's been way before Instagram ayy ayy I used to serve it for your mans Postman Who's this Walk Gleesh walk Walk walk Gleesh walk Walk walk walk Gleesh walk Walk walk walk Gleesh walk Walk walk walk Gleesh walk Walk walk walk walk walk Walk walk walk walk walk Walk walk walk walk walk Walk walk walk walk walk Walk walk walk walk walk Walk walk walk walk walk Walk walk
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